At dusk a stillness falls

Defeated warriors seized from life

Shielding the landscape, they lie

As legions have before them

The crow spirals down

From it's tower of dominion

It's eternal quest is the blood of the slain

It sees battles, victories and visions foretold

It's eyes hold the secrets of eternity

Devouring warriors

Seeking spilled blood

The triple figure of war shall arise

A shape of black shadows

And wind blown leaves

It shall sweep the endless domain

Snowflakes soar on the northern wind

Figures transform to crystal and ice

The voice of the future

Cries out across the land

I am the wind that rolls from the sea

I am the darkness that cloaks your soul

I am the whisper that drifts through the trees

I am the fate that compels you all